mouth down on it, licking all the way until the knob was buried in her throat.
His tongue felt like a belt of fire racing from her clit to her hole. She was coming, jerking her twat, spilling juice on his face.
Then he bucked and his cock became as hard as iron, leaping at her mouth. She cried out in joy. She felt the cream boil up out of his balls. The cock became so engorged that it strained her jaws.
It blew. Oh, did it blow, shooting a blast into her throat. She choked on it, raised off, and the second shot of white stuff splashed all over her eyes and cheeks and mouth.
Her cunt knitted up tight and then broke. She shrieked through the explosive orgasm as she again ate cock and took the third splash into her throat, drank it down, sucked hard, drawing out more.
Together they groaned through orgasm.
It was over. They slumped down, spent. But Sharon did not stop sucking that delicious cock.
CHAPTER SIX.
Hot sunshine burned in the window of the employees' lounge as Sharon peeled off her uniform dress.
Her night's work was done. She would sunbathe by the pool for an hour, then go to Harris Motors and take up Tom Thornton's offer of a demonstrator ride in the little bomb.
While unhooking her bra she recalled the sixty-nine she and Buddy had done. Oh, he would learn the hottest cunt in town was his sister's, that Nancy was nothing to get excited over. She was simply there to be used for their purposes.
She hung the bra in her locker and kneaded her breasts, thinking, I have Nancy now. I need only arrange for Bud Connoly to catch her humping Buddy's prick during working hours.
She looked down at her titties and rolled them, tugging at the points. She often did this after removing a tight bra. It felt terribly good to restore her boobs to freedom after the smothering compression of clammy nylon. She wished she could linger, gloating over the night's victory while playing with her breasts, but she had no time to waste. She slipped out of her panties and put on a yellow bikini. The bra formed meager caps on her titties, and the bottom part was barely adequate to cover her pussy hair and ass crack. She tied the bra straps behind, but let the shoulder cords dangle.
She had one worry. If she busted Nancy, Bud might replace her with some older, experienced person from the day shift.
Sharon knew she needed extra leverage. There were two angles. The first – the apparently impossible – was to seduce Bud. As his mistress she would have it made. The alternative was his wife, Lita.
Lita's gaze seemed to eat right through Sharon's clothing.
But could she swing with the lesbian scene?
She went out to the pool, glancing about in search of either Bud or Lita.
Both were usually here at this hour, Lita to spend an hour or so overseeing the Beachwear Boutique, Bud to begin his long day's work. He came at seven and normally refreshed himself with a swim at about this time.
Neither was in sight, but plenty of guests, in the pool and in lounge chairs on the lawn, stared at Sharon's out thrust breasts, which wobbled and lurched because of the lack of support. Normally she enjoyed such attention. Today she simply dropped down on the edge of the pool and dangled her feet in the water, wrapped up in her thoughts.
Nancy had told Buddy she had a big cunt and had never before been completely full of cock.
If Nancy were really turned on to him, maybe she could be maneuvered into fucking at midnight, when Bud made his regular inspection.
Sharon kept glancing at the employees' lounge exit. Bud usually changed to swim trunks there.
At last he appeared, wearing white trunks. His hairy chest looked a yard wide. Sharon saw him greet some guests. He patted a man's shoulder, shook hands with another. He moved toward the diving board by a circuitous course. Like a host at a cocktail party he touched flesh constantly and dropped a joke in every ear.
He was a bullshit artist, Sharon thought, but he knew how to handle people. Oh, she was learning things from Bud, even while gazing fixedly at the monstrous bulge in his white trunks. Just looking at the genital package brought a throb to her cunt. She dropped a hand between her legs and knuckled her pussy.
What hell it was, having the hots for a guy, knowing that in bed with him she could start her career rolling, but couldn't get at him.
Bud climbed the aluminum ladder to the high board, still grinning and chatting with people below. On top he paused, feet together, chest swelled out, his gaze measuring the board. He took three long steps, landing heavily on the last one.
The board snapped him up into a neat, stiff jackknife. He sprang out to an arrow shape that cut the water cleanly but, because of his bulk, there was a loud sound, and the splash shot high. He surfaced and swam slowly toward Sharon.
She remembered an old boy friend saying that nothing turned him on like the sight of a fringe of cunt hair that had escaped the crotch of a girl's bathing suit. She fingered down to a leg hole and pulled the stretchy nylon aside, exposing a tuft of auburn hair.
Legs spread, she waited for him.
When Bud neared her he glanced about to see if anyone were within hearing distance. Then his eyes twinkled and he said, 'You look familiar, honey. Haven't I met you in some whorehouse?'
She smiled broadly. 'Maybe. But I never remember men's faces. Just their jocks. I can't see yours.'
He laughed. 'My, but you're a sassy old gal this morning!'
His gaze paused on her crotch. He had spied her display of twat hair. But he made no comment on it.
He asked, 'Did everything work out last night? That drunken party?'
She nodded. 'We took care of it.'
'I don't deserve the faithful employees I've got. You people keep things running so smooth I'll get as lazy as an old hound dog without fleas.'
She smiled, still hoping he would remark on her pussy, but he turned away, saying, 'I have to go make friends and influence people.' Then he swam back toward the diving board ladder.
Zero, Sharon thought, sighing deeply. She was getting nowhere with Bud Connoly.
Just as he climbed out of the pool, his wife, Lita, emerged from the lobby exit.
He ran toward her, his arms outspread as though to crush his wet body against her. Lita wore a crisp blue dress. Shrieking with mock fright, she danced away. Bud grinned and trotted off to the employees' lounge.
The horseplay annoyed Sharon. It was yet another display of the affection that welded the two together so tightly that she could not pry Bud loose.
She eyed Lita, a tiny, nicely curved blonde of about twenty-five. She wore a huge straw sun hat. The crown was wrapped in wide pink ribbon. Sharon recognized the hat as one from the Boutique. Lita often modeled her own wares. Sharon guessed that today she would stroll around the pool and talk to people, trying to arouse interest in the sun hat.
Still seething from her failure with Bud, Sharon impulsively climbed to her feet, resolved to learn the truth about Lita. As she walked along the pool edge toward Lita, she saw the girl's gaze, sweeping about the pool, fix on her.
Sharon raised her arms to finger-comb her hair, thus lifting her breasts almost out of the bikini top. The heavy orbs quivered and wobbled. The bra material hung loosely on her nipples.
She watched Lita's reaction.
The girl's smile faded for a split second. There was a darkness in her eyes, like a hunger. A pink tonguetip stole out and wetted her lips.
Sharon was still rearranging her hair when she reached Lita and stopped, smiling at her.
Lita said, 'Darling, you look simply delicious this morning! Every man present is staring at you.'
Every man and at least one woman, Sharon thought.
She made an attempt to tug up her bra. 'Am I showing too much?'
Lita chuckled. 'You probably are. Especially some pussy hair that has escaped your suit crotch. Here, let me
